I would fall for you,I would fall all the way down this mountainto sleep next to you at the bottom

WYOMING/HELLBombs on diesel trucks,tanks of radioactive dustwindbreakers, wind turbinesblue black spike scrubbarely a soul to speak or shoutthrough hills & flatsthis is Wyoming,East to West

TEXAS FROM ABOVE/QUILTERS SEE ALL THISNot enough was said between usalthough we spoke for nine days straightand saw the best and worst of each otherand indeed the United States of Americawe made promises to never again use full-stops,the clouds from above are trying to crymy entire life will remember this time